Orsa
Despite it being the crack of dawn, the whole family had risen to see us off. It was a sweet custom, albeit a strange one. I hugged them all one by one, being fussed over by the dowager queens who now refused to let me call them by their titles.
“Be safe, Orsa. And trust in yourself… and your mate,” Leela said, cryptically.
Mama clasped my hand.
“Remember child, this war doesn’t rest upon your shoulders. Do what you can, but do not do more than that. Do you hear me?” she said, almost sternly.
“Yes, Mama.”
Kai glanced at me uncertainly but I smiled at him reassuringly. It wouldn’t do to tell him now – he would never let me leave the city walls and the mission would be over before it had even begun.
We all shifted now. Kai’s wolf was dark, his fur slightly wavy. But those whisky
